I walked through central London last night and realised something that made me genuinely sad:
The city I once loved—vibrant, safe, recognisably English—is gone.
Here’s what I saw 👇
The city I once loved—vibrant, safe, recognisably English—is gone.
Here’s what I saw 👇
1/
I’ve lived and worked in London.
It used to feel alive.
But as I walked from Oxford Street to Bond Street, I didn’t feel excitement.
I felt unsafe.
And worse—like a stranger in my own country.
I’ve lived and worked in London.
It used to feel alive.
But as I walked from Oxford Street to Bond Street, I didn’t feel excitement.
I felt unsafe.
And worse—like a stranger in my own country.
2/
Groups of non-English speaking men filled the pavements.
They shouted comments at me.
They stared.
It wasn’t just uncomfortable—it was intimidating.
Groups of non-English speaking men filled the pavements.
They shouted comments at me.
They stared.
It wasn’t just uncomfortable—it was intimidating.
3/
It might sound extreme, but I’ve felt safer walking through Patpong Market at night in Bangkok.
That’s the honest truth.
It might sound extreme, but I’ve felt safer walking through Patpong Market at night in Bangkok.
That’s the honest truth.
4/
The Tube was filthy.
Graffiti everywhere.
This used to be one of the most iconic transport systems in the world.
The Tube was filthy.
Graffiti everywhere.
This used to be one of the most iconic transport systems in the world.
5/
When I was a child, coming to London was magic.
Oxford Street. Topshop. HMV in Piccadilly.
It felt cool, glamorous, British.
When I was a child, coming to London was magic.
Oxford Street. Topshop. HMV in Piccadilly.
It felt cool, glamorous, British.
6/
As a teen: Camden Market.
As a young professional: after-work strolls in Bloomsbury.
London was diverse, yes—but it was still London.
It felt cohesive. Friendly. Fun.
Now? The energy is different.
As a teen: Camden Market.
As a young professional: after-work strolls in Bloomsbury.
London was diverse, yes—but it was still London.
It felt cohesive. Friendly. Fun.
Now? The energy is different.
7/
Before anyone calls this “racist”:
It’s not.
I’m a Christian. I believe we are all made in God’s image. We are all equal in Christ.
But I will not ignore reality just to appease ideology.
Before anyone calls this “racist”:
It’s not.
I’m a Christian. I believe we are all made in God’s image. We are all equal in Christ.
But I will not ignore reality just to appease ideology.
8/
Outside Bond Street station, an Islamic stall blared what sounded like a call to prayer.
Most of the women were veiled.
I wasn’t.
Even dressed modestly, I felt like I was the one being judged.
Outside Bond Street station, an Islamic stall blared what sounded like a call to prayer.
Most of the women were veiled.
I wasn’t.
Even dressed modestly, I felt like I was the one being judged.
9/
This isn’t about nostalgia.
It’s about alienation.
It’s about watching your culture slowly dissolve—and being gaslit for noticing.
This isn’t about nostalgia.
It’s about alienation.
It’s about watching your culture slowly dissolve—and being gaslit for noticing.
10/
I miss the London that felt English.
That was proud, open, fun, and safe.
Now it feels like a place that doesn’t belong to its own people. That's lost its identity.
And no one is allowed to say it.
I miss the London that felt English.
That was proud, open, fun, and safe.
Now it feels like a place that doesn’t belong to its own people. That's lost its identity.
And no one is allowed to say it.
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